The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, clear 'em out,
Yo, Nelly, you fo' real and you ain't Universal Your whole style sounds like a commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status With ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop them But I got enough to make my own top ten
You limited the spread of traffic You my style off the radio So you speak you bet I hear the static You better chill out like, Chuck, I like three, Norrises One of my sixteen bar rhymes is of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to indispicuous Gotcha, on your hands and Ain't it about for some real emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a hunt When you see me comin', I don't front, I People say I'm cause I'm all about peace To say the least, a violent history It no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me My people don't see that, all they hear is hittin' me, huh Stop me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you exist, huh
I think it's 'bout we stop these pop rappers Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does to me it matter to you? My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw your guns in the air, it like, yeah Let these bitch ass rappers we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS told you at the end of they days
Let me tell you, give hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty That'll send a message back to all 'em House nigga rapper, your bottom done out You even know how I you I wasn't talkin' about you then But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right Even St. Louis don't you